Post by skippy1959 on Apr 17, 2012 16:58:42 GMT -5
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detailed description;;[/u] Different shades of orange spliced into tiger-like stripes down his shaggy-haired bodice and white splotches streaking down his underbelly. Beautiful golden orbs with a greenish circle radiating from the pupil. Tone muscles elegantly ripple beneath the inferno. White whiskers spring in all directions from different positions on his face; above the eyes, on either side of the nose, and from the cheeks. These keep him form bumping into things. Sundance owns a pleasant pink nose. The hairs that keep unwanted particles out of his ears are a lighter orange color, and darker tufts sprout from both of his ears. The whitewash begins right above his eyes, over his muzzle, down his chest, and continuing along his underbelly. The white almost forms a collar around his neck. He also his white socks on all four of his paws. The ginger coloring randomly shows up again on his elbows and knees.
personality;;
history;;
family;;
{unplayed charries}
Thrushtail- Adopted Father(Uncle)
Spottedpelt(deceased)- Adopted Mother(Aunt)
Crowkitfire- Adopted Brother(Cousin)
Molekitclaw- Adopted Sister(Cousin)
Tornear- Biological Father
Goldenleaf(deceased)- Biological Mother
other;; N/a
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[/u] Sundance- a large, ginger tabby tom with amber eyes.
name;;Sunkit,Sunpaw, Sundance
reason for name;; With a pelt the shade of orange as Sunny's is, the only word good enough to exhibit it was sun. It was the last word his biological mother said before the stress of the birth took her life, and Sundance's father saw it fit. The suffix -dance comes from the odd fashion Sun placed his paws when he was a younger cat.
age;; 30 moons
clan;; SkyClan
rank;; Warrior
gender;; Tomtake a look at me
quick glimpse;;
detailed description;;[/u] Different shades of orange spliced into tiger-like stripes down his shaggy-haired bodice and white splotches streaking down his underbelly. Beautiful golden orbs with a greenish circle radiating from the pupil. Tone muscles elegantly ripple beneath the inferno. White whiskers spring in all directions from different positions on his face; above the eyes, on either side of the nose, and from the cheeks. These keep him form bumping into things. Sundance owns a pleasant pink nose. The hairs that keep unwanted particles out of his ears are a lighter orange color, and darker tufts sprout from both of his ears. The whitewash begins right above his eyes, over his muzzle, down his chest, and continuing along his underbelly. The white almost forms a collar around his neck. He also his white socks on all four of his paws. The ginger coloring randomly shows up again on his elbows and knees.
this is who I am
personality;;
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she-cats: He's quite the lover, and he's very affectionate to females he knows well. He's also mockingly promiscuous with all she-cats, being tempting and masculine.
fighting: Sundance loves to fight; it's one of his favorite past times. When he was younger, he'd start a fight with any adolescent feline that crossed his path. He always fights with his claws unsheathed.
kit scent: Though he despises the sounds and responsibility of kits, he regretfully admits that he enjoys the warm, milky scent that shrouds them.
tearing shit up: Hearing his claws rip through flesh and other things gives him an intense satisfaction.
the sound of moving water: Another one of his almost secretive likes. As a kit he'd sit and watch the river flow. The musical waves lulled him to sleep.
Dislikes:
kits: Sundance is beyond annoyed by the piteous mewlings of the helpless creatures.
losing: He has lost only a few of his numerous fights during his lifetimes. Every loss burns at the back of his mind, but thankfully they force him to be better.
being praised: This one is probably his father's fault. The brute never told Sundance that he'd done a good job. So as a result, he loathes when he is congratulated or praised about anything. Because he believes that if anyone can, then his father should have been the one to do it.
boredom: He is rarely lazy. He always has to be doing something with his paws or tail. Sundance almost shows minor symptoms of attention deficit disorder.
vomit: The putrid stench of vomit leaves him nauseated and light-headed, nearly blowing chunks himself.
General:
Rude- Sundance is just an impolite creature. He is disrespectful to almost every cat unless it's one he wants to get close to.
Observant- Although the brute acts as if nothing bothers him, he tends to pick up on the smallest of details, even in his peripheral. He uses these acute senses to his advantage when fighting and meeting new cats.
Cunning- Sundance is very intelligent, and regularly flaunts his brains to others, just to be a show off. He uses the resources he has been presented with.
Honest- Well, probably more blunt than honest. He speaks his mind, even if it isn't such a positive thought. He doesn't have a problem with hurting a cat's feeling.
Sensual- He remembers some of the females he's been with on the amount of physical touch they shared. Sundance is a very physical cat, he likes to feel close to cats, but routinely pushes them away because of his commitment issues.
Vulgar- Some of Sundance's thoughts and acts are particularly obscene. He probably learned that from his father, but then again, every cat is entitled to his own life. No need to blame everything on Papa's incompetent raising.
history;;
''KIT LIFE;;They never knew exactly how the kit got his odd coloring. His siblings had no such markings, and neither did their parents. Crowkit was a very dark gray kit with beautiful blue eyes, Molekit had a dirt-brown tabby pelt and green eyes. Father was rarely seen, but he was a dark tabby tom with a fierce blue-green gaze. Their mother, Spottedpelt was the only proof of Sunkit's traits. She was calico, but with hardly any ginger splashed onto her coat. Her eyes were the exact color of his, an obvious sign of his birth-mother, right? But Sunkit always felt so left out. He was the largest kit of the litter, but only his mother gave him much attention. Crowkit and Molekit would play with him, but would pass him up in a moment for the chance to play with the other kits. Speaking of the kits Sunkit and his littermates shared the Nursery Den with, they teased him, along with the -paws, about being so different from his brother, sister, and father. So Sunkit spent a large chunk of his first 6 moons with his mother, even after his siblings ventured away.
''APPRENTICE;; Once the young ginger tom was given the name Sunpaw, his close connection with his mother was injured. The transition into the apprentice smashed his self-esteem further into the dust. For one, his father loved Crowpaw and Molepaw quite openly. He praised and shared tongues with his kits. It was like Sunpaw didn't matter, like he wasn't Thrushtail's son. That hurt Sunpaw like nothing else. And another thing, the apprentices just got more mean and pushy in the enclosed space, away from adult eyes. Every night, young Sunpaw curled up in the far corner of the den and shivered until morning. The only other cat besides his mother that understood and talked to him about the situation was his mentor, Tornear. This was a large, white tom with ginger a ginger mask and tail. He would ask Sunpaw about it during training sessions, forcing the apprentice to multitask. He became very perceptive through this process, and he discovered how angry he was about the situation. Nearing the end of his apprenticeship, his mother was brutally murdered by a group of passing rogues. Sunpaw mourned her death and swore to avenge her untimely departure.
''WARRIOR;;In the weeks following his warrior ceremony, the ginger tom was randomly informed that Thrushtail wasn't his father. This didn't exactly bother him. He was actually a bit relieved. He was furious with his mother, or maybe the fact that he couldn't come to her about it. It turned out that Tornear was his biological father(and ironically the only father figure he had in his mind) and his biological mother died during labor. Tornear and Sundance's mother(the only mother he registered) were brother and sister from two separate litters. With Spottedpelt just hours away from kitting, Tornear had brought a tiny bundle of ginger to his younger sister, pleading for her to raise his only son. Sundance was never supposed to unearth the secret. After the truth was branded into his mind, he became angry. Angry at the she-cat who raised him, at the father he thought he should have had, at Tornear for not telling him. He has not spoken to his biological father since, even though there are millions of questions racing through his mind. He sometimes catches his father giving him side-long glances, but Sundance just turns his head and ignores him.
family;;
{unplayed charries}
Thrushtail- Adopted Father(Uncle)
Spottedpelt(deceased)- Adopted Mother(Aunt)
Crow
Mole
Tornear- Biological Father
Goldenleaf(deceased)- Biological Mother
other;; N/a
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Username: deJENerate
Activity: Err.. I just joined, but I am known to stay put until the very end of sites. ^-^
Why?: Because I have an adequate amount of experience with roleplaying. I typically post quite literately, and it's always understandable. I am an active and trustworthy member. I'm energetic, and usually in a pretty good mood. (:
Role-Play Example:The sky wasn't natural-looking. Clouds billowed much too quickly across a thin, but dark backdrop. The towering pines of the Phantom Forest bowed and threatened to snap. Every small crack sent feline ears erect, eyes wary, making sure none would fall. Every storm brought this paranoia, and it was pathetic. The heightened wind knocked a large amount of needles off the trees, laying fresh green on the previous brown layer. The air smelled strongly of pine, tickling the scent glands of the cats of ShadowClan. This storm was to be the last hint of the warmer weather. A cold front followed immediately after. Winter would set in soon, and bring snow and sickness with it. The white substance was beautiful, sure, but at the same time it was deadly. whitecough and greencough could settle in a cat's lungs from the chill and lack of fresh prey. That was the worst part: little to no prey. All the creatures hated slowly starving to death, and with good reason.
Pine needles pricked the black pads of a large ginger and white tom, and he scoffed lightly at the puny defense they had. He rolled his eyes, rich golden amber with a fading green ring around the pupil, and gazed around for something to get into. The cat had been looking for trouble since his mother died when he first became a warrior.
Ears straightened and a mouth parted a moment after a small creature split a stick. The fiery tom fell into the hunter's crouch, perfected over many moons of experience. He tested the air and stalked in the direction of the morsel. He silently licked his lips, ready to taste fresh kill. 'The Clan is fed first,' he reminded himself before he made that mistake again. He'd always had trouble in remembering that part of the warrior code. He shook his head and returned to his hunt. Spotting the rodent, he gauged the distance to cover. A few more pawsteps then pounce. He began inching forward, never taking his eyes off the scrawny mouse foraging at the base of a pine. He didn't see the piece of debris underpaw that tipped the creature off to the tom's existence. He cursed under his breath, "Fox dung!" and jumped after the mouse. He leaped, catching the critter by two claws and flinging it into the air. It squeaked pitifully in terror as it made an arc and began descending. It hit the ground with a pleasant thud, and sat, panic-stricken, only a fraction of a second too long. The ginger cat ended its life with a quick nip to the back of the neck. While he scratched earth over it for later retrieval, he silently thanked StarClan for feeding his Clan..
He padded off toward the border. About half way to his destination, the male opened his mouth, bringing in air over his scent glands, trying to pick up any form of life. All the potential prey had hidden when storm started or when they heard his earlier, noisy kill. But something he did small was cat. He was too far out to make a positive identification, but he was almost sure it was female. He enjoyed putting his skills to the test, so he must check.
Sundance trotted towards the majority of the scent, breathing in the air, checking for assurance. The closer he got, the more sure he was that the feline was female. She was also of ShadowClan, but he didn't not distinctly recognize her. He slowed his pace, careful not to give himself away. He was nearing the border, and he became slightly wary. Soon, he spotted the she-cat, curled up beneath a big, old pine tree. She was asleep, he could hear the calm, drawn-out breaths of a sleeping cat. He edged closer, peeking out at her from behind a small bramble bush. She was beautiful, especially in such an exposed state. Why hadn't he ever seen this cat back at the cave?! He watched the rise and fall of her chest due to even breathing. Sundance sighed, content.
Suddenly, something washed over her. Her body tensed and her eyes squeezed shut. The she-cat let out some kind of noise. Whether she was frightened or furious, he could not be sure. Her body writhed in the make-shift nest, dirtying up her pelt. Sundance wished he could see her dream. Then her eyes ripped open and she hissed angrily. Her back was to his hiding spot, he realized. Sundance stood and padded leisurely forward. He closed the short distance between himself and the she-cat, seemingly unnoticed. "Why does what always happen?" He asked curiously, licking down a stubborn piece of white fur on his chest. As he receded to his haunches before her, he cocked his head inquisitively to the side and flicked his ears, showing her that he meant no harm.
